All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Francisco's teasing tone did little to ease her anxiety, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach as she reached for the phone. "I thought they would also be alone spending time together, but here they started missing their daughter," he added with a smile.Hazel managed a weak chuckle, "Mom," Hazel murmured softly, her voice filled with emotion.Francisco's smile widened as he observed Hazel's reaction, silently acknowledging the significance of the moment. He appreciated her willingness to engage, despite the complexities of their relationship.With a reassuring nod, Francisco handed her the phone, urging her to take the call. "Come on, talk to her," he encouraged gently, his tone softening with understanding.Hazel hesitated for a moment before accepting the phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she prepared to answer the video call from her mother."Hello?""Mom," she greeted, her voice filled with affection and longing.Doris returned her daughter's greeting with a warm smil

Hazel emerged from the washroom, her bathrobe draped around her as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her mind buzzed with the weight of Francisco's words, the vulgar proposal echoing in her thoughts. With furrowed brows, she touched her forehead, grappling with the difficult decision looming before her.As she pondered her next move, her gaze turned steely as she fixed her stern eyes on the door, determination burning within her.Francisco, on the other side of the door in his own room, stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets glistening on his sculpted abs and cascading down his wet hair. Clad only in a towel wrapped around his lower body, he moved toward the bed where his clothes lay waiting. As he reached out to grab his night pajamas, a creak of the door drew his attention.Turning in surprise, Francisco's eyes widened as he beheld Hazel standing in the doorway, clad in her bathrobe.Francisco's raised eyebrows conveyed a mix of surprise and curiosity as he beheld Hazel standi

Hazel's mind was in turmoil as she sought refuge in the solitude of the bathroom. With trembling hands, she locked the door behind her, desperate for a moment of respite from the chaos that consumed her.Collapsing onto the cold tile floor, Hazel cradled her head in her hands, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She felt like a mess, her emotions raw and unfiltered as she struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of sensations that assaulted her."He..." Hazel uttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her words trailing off into the silence of the room.Summoning all her strength, Hazel stood up on shaky legs and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the room. Stepping beneath the stream, she allowed the coldness to wash over her, hoping to numb the pain that gnawed at her insides.The water cascaded down her body, soaking her bathrobe and revealing the contours of her figure beneath. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, a physical reminder of the tumultuous emot

Outside the Logan apartment, Rafael stood watchful, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. His gaze lingered on the entrance, where he spotted Logan, who seemed to have deviated from his usual routine of heading to the office. Rafael's instincts told him that Mr. Logan had likely caught wind of something significant.However, Rafael knew that he couldn't approach Logan directly, not with Francisco's men stationed outside the apartment, keeping a vigilant watch. Despite the risks, Rafael remained determined to find a way to gather information and potentially confront Logan about Hazel's predicament.Meanwhile, Robert, Rafael's trusted ally, approached him with coffee mugs, a gesture of camaraderie amidst the tense atmosphere. "What are you thinking?" Robert inquired, his voice laced with concern.Rafael accepted the mug gratefully, taking a sip before responding. "I should go there," he stated firmly, his resolve unwavering despite the dangers lurking nearby.

Amidst the pulsating lights and thumping beats of Xero's club, Andrew and James found themselves immersed in a world of decadence and debauchery. Surrounded by business associates and fellow revelers, they sought solace in the haze of alcohol and the rhythm of the dance floor. But for Andrew, the allure of the club was not in the pursuit of pleasure or camaraderie. Instead, it served as a sanctuary for his simmering anger, a place to release the pent-up frustrations that gnawed at his soul. With a swift motion, he downed his drink in one gulp, slamming the glass onto the table with a forceful clang. "I just wanted to dance with her," Andrew seethed, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "But he... he forgets who I am." His words hung heavy in the air, a raw expression of the betrayal and rejection that had fueled his anger. With a clenched jaw and furrowed brow, he unleashed his frustrations upon the unsuspecting table, a physical manifestation of his simmering rage. Mean